Tell Me What Death is Like

So, a lot of my poems are somewhat spontaneous. Usually, I’ll think of a central idea, and sort of just go from there. This one, however, was inspired by a song called “I’m Sorry” by Joyner Lucas. Its a great, song and I would highly recommend checking it out. The song focuses on the suicide of one of Joyner’s friends, and how it affected both his friend and himself. Its been one of my favorite songs for a while now, and it has given me a lot of inspiration, so I thought I would use that inspiration to write a poem based on that song.

For a while, I have wondered about the status of mortality:
What does it mean to be alive?
Is it simply to be filled with blood and have a pulse,
or is it more?
But more so I have wondered what death is like.
I do not know if ghosts or spirits roam the earth eternally,
or if angels often come down from the heavens to check on the living,
but if they did I would ask them to tell me what death is like:
Is it the problematic dichotomy of heaven and hell?
Is it a maze of rivers and guardians of lost souls?
Does death exist like darkness, surrounding the conscious and suffocating it?
Is death all of those things?
Do people experience death the way we all seem to deal with life: by retreating
into the worlds, we feel most comfortable in?
I do not know what death is like, but I am often tempted to find out.

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